But Miss Miniver was highly unsatisfactory. Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call
him “Mangles!”
“I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into
another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. Part 7
Then one day a little thing happened that clothed itself in significance. "You're not hurt I hope, Sir Rowland?" inquired this individual. But I can't account for it!"
"At all events, you shall answer for it," thundered Wild, with a bitter
imprecation. What was this man?"
"A detective from the States. He’s a
prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar,
losing his low-crowned beaver. Father had traveled to Florence to
the Mercato Nuovo, staying away for a half year at a time
paying court to the house of the silk merchant Iovelli,
which was patronized by none other than the Medicis. So I undertook to
protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared,
obliterating it.
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